And from thys moore to Dumfries towne,
Oh ryde thee awaye with speede.
"There to the ladye Alice wende;
(You'll knowe that lovelye fayre,
For the fayreste mayde in all that towne,
Cannot with her compare;)
"And tell that ladye of my woe,
And telle her of my love;
And give to her thys golden ring,
My tender faythe to prove.